Powerful Beyond Measure - but Still Apparel Handicapped

I'm not going to lie - I have been feeling atop my proverbial game as of late. Life is quite busy, but I am handling incoming pressures with relative ease. I am performing well at work, continuing commitments, fancying friends, and rocking workouts. I am, in the inspirational words of Lauren Valentine, "Powerful beyond measure." It is times like these that God in his infinite wisdom takes a brief moment to toss me from my mental horse. For some reason, he sees fit to use my wardrobe.

Yesterday, though still riding the high of encouraging circumstances, I was tired. I left for work at 6 o'clock due to my car parked in a time sensitive spot*, grabbing workout clothes as I exited the apartment. I looked at the posted workout prior to leaving and was aware dead lifts were involved. The lower half of my legs already have bruises from rope climbs, sporadic knee push ups and failing to clear the jump rope. Since I do not want to appear a poster child for roommate abuse, I chose my trusty JCU tennis sweatpants to shield my chins.

The day proceeded, and I arrived at the gym, ready to dispel any frustrations by means of vigorous sweat. We began with handstands. Each time I approach the wall, I envision my legs kicking toward it as my body loses all sense of awareness and hands collapse, landing my head on the concrete floor - or the wall moves, resulting in the same pain. No, neither has happened in the gym's history, but surely I would pop that cherry. I am happy to say I conquered this fear and kicked my legs into a balanced handstand hold assisted by the reliable wall. I was even mildly impressed with my stamina throughout our box jump workout despite mental and physical exhaustion.

Onward! Changing lives*. This is a commitment I have rekindled in 2013 and am very glad to have done so. Tonight was a unique occasion as it was the only night since the club's inception we have had a man join. A pastor was speaking to the girls about the significance of Communion.

The gentleman arrived, and we gathered on the cozy couch, ready to glean insight from his knowledge. As I placed my hand on my cross-legged lap, I realized my finger was not resting on my sweat pants, but rather inside them. Indeed, there was a gaping hole where the inseam should ideally be stitched. I gasped in horror and laughed in amusement when the girls told me they had already noticed the hole, and I considered the number of times my legs had been separated as I stretched, kicked into handstands and bent over to complete dead lifts.

I do not know if anyone else noticed the inappropriately placed chasm; I am quite positive the pastor did. Whoever reads this post also knows, but as I ironically observed regarding another's embarrassing moment yesterday, "These gems are not funny unless shared with someone."

*I have taken to parking in time sensitive spots to spur my sleepy body into action. This sometimes proves effective and sometimes results in a twenty dollar parking ticket.

*A high school girl's youth group for those of you who do not religiously follow my blog.